[[oo9]] † :{Action}: † :: [[ Too Little, Too Late ]]

[unsharedburden]

[Buffy promised Mercy she'd go to the clinic. Promised she'd catch up. But she didn't, not right away. She didn't really have the strength or desire to try that hard, at least not then. But eventually the nausea got to her, and she forced herself to leave the room and attempt to get to where she needed to be

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[failedrocker]

[He stumbles a little, and for a second he isn't sure why. He was still a little wary and tired from arriving in such a strange place-- and with everything stolen, his food, and even his favorite scarf. He glanced down and made note of the little blond he had met before. Pausing for a moment he looked very bewildered and then worried.]

Buffy?

[At least that's what he thought her name was, he wasn't sure but he didn't suppose it mattered since she looked pretty out of it. Dropping down on one knee his fingers traced down below her jaw, touching against the vein. He couldn't feel much of a pulse, if at all, though his fingers were cold and not the best judge.]

Hey... Wake up?

[His voice was small, cautious and he shook her just faintly, but gathering no response the tall young man dipped his hands down, gathering her up and deciding he would have to make another trip to the clinic with her in tow.]

[unsharedburden]

[She's not waking up. Because she's dead.]